The Demon King Who Was Supposed to Lose Ended Up Defeating the Targets, and Now the Heroine Has Been Sent as a Sacrifice - Chapter 30

Chapter 30: The Demon King Supposed to Lose, Watches a Master-Disciple Yuri Scene

I had an intense session with Arcyon.

That busty, loli dragon—her curvy body made her incredibly satisfying to hold.

With her small frame, it was easy to fulfill my desire to dominate, and thanks to her high level, her stamina was endless, allowing me to hold her for as long as I wanted.

In one word: perfect. Absolutely perfect.

“Honestly, using magic for such trivial things…”

“Fufu, thanks to you, Master, we were able to fill the kingdom’s people with despair. It’s a shame I couldn’t see their faces when their last hope crumbled.”

Apparently, the whole thing—my intimate time with Arcyon—was broadcast live across the entire kingdom, courtesy of Naria’s magic.

It was all Elsia’s idea. She came up with it after seeing me with Arcyon.

“But anyway.”

Elsia’s voice suddenly sent a chill down my spine.

It almost felt like the temperature around us dropped a few degrees.

“I came rushing over, worried that you might be injured after your fight with the Holy Dragon, only to find you… at it again. I wish you’d consider how I feel, watching the man I love having such an affectionate time with other girls right in front of me.”

“Haha, I’m really sorry. I’m a man with no self-control.”

“…Well, it’s fine. As long as you spoil me later too, I won’t complain. Besides, I’ve started to find it a bit exciting, so it’s not all bad.”

Elsia pouted as she spoke.

Naria, noticing Elsia’s sulky expression, snickered softly through her nose.

“You’ve turned into quite the pervert. When you first became my disciple, you were just a country girl who didn’t even know the first thing about men.”

“Hmph. Master, is it really okay for you to say that? Right now, you’re Lord Diablo’s pet, which means you’re my pet too.”

“Oh? And what do you plan to do about it?”

“Fufu, this!”

With a mischievous grin, Elsia manipulated her blood.

What she created with her blood was a replica of my demonic sword, identical in every way—appearance, thickness, length, even texture.

“W-What is that…?”

“It’s Lord Diablo’s ‘that’!”

“I can see that!! What do you plan to do with it!?”

“Well, once I equip this…”

“Y-You can’t be serious!”

Elsia equipped the blood-made sword and proudly brandished it in front of Naria.

Then, she licked her lips playfully.

“Now, I’ll be taking care of you, Master.”

“W-Wait, Elsia. I was wrong! It’s one thing with our master, but being treated like this by my own disciple would seriously hurt my pride!”

“This is just pet training, so you don’t have the right to refuse, Master. Now, come here quickly.”

Right beside me, Elsia started getting intimate with Naria.

W-Wow, there’s some serious yuri going on between master and disciple here.

It was night.

Elsia’s army had finally arrived at the outskirts of the royal capital of the Kingdom of Alvera.

“We’ve reached the capital at last.”

Elsia said, her expression serious as she gazed at the city, despite having just made Naria cry out “Nhoohooo~♡” not long ago.

We were in a plain just a bit away from the royal capital.

Elsia’s soldiers were resting and preparing for the all-out assault tomorrow.

Specifically, they were tearing into the humans they captured along the way, eating them whole. It was a gruesome sight, so I tried not to look, but the raw, agonizing screams were impossible to ignore.

Mana had set up a temporary clinic, Naria was unconscious after her yuri session with Elsia, Ryukshu and Misha were busy giving orders to the troops, and Arcyon was taking a nap.

In short, it was just me and Elsia here at the moment.

“Lord Diablo, could you simply watch over the battle this time?”

Elsia asked, her eyes fixed on the royal capital of Alvera.

I tilted my head in confusion.

“Hmm. Why do you ask? We’ve come this far, so I’ll stay with you until the end.”

“In this city, there are not only the people who threw stones at me, but also those who betrayed me. I will likely do things more cruel than ever before. There are some things I don’t want you to see, Lord Diablo.”

“…I see.”

It’s true that sometimes Elsia’s actions can be unsettling, but so what?

“If you think that would make my love for you waver, then you misunderstand me.”

“Lord Diablo… Now you’re making me blush.”

Elsia’s cheeks turned red at my straightforward words. She may be seductive in bed, but when she acts cute like this, it’s almost unfair.

Elsia giggled softly and turned toward me.

The moonlight illuminated her pure white hair, making it shine beautifully.

“In that case, I’m going to cause a little mischief. Would you join me?”

“Okay.”

And so, Elsia and I headed toward the royal capital together.

The walls surrounding the capital were sturdy, but my magic could easily break through them. 

While Elsia might struggle with the walls themselves, she could definitely destroy the gates.

As I expected, Elsia used her magic to blow apart the gates, and we entered the city.

The soldiers scrambled out in a panic, but they were no match for Elsia. One by one, they were slain and quickly turned into undead.

Elsia continued cutting down the soldiers who charged at her until we reached a large square.

She stepped into the center of the square, standing tall.

“Good evening, citizens of the royal capital. Some of you may prefer to call me a witch, but for now, please address me as the Demon King’s consort, Elsia.”

Using wind magic to carry her voice far and wide, Elsia spoke to the people of the capital.

Her tone was gentle.

“I have some wonderful news for you. If you bring me the people whose names I’m about to call, I will graciously spare your lives.”

Elsia then listed the names of people she likely held grudges against or those who had been targets in her past.

It seemed the noise from the gate’s destruction had already woken up the citizens, and many were listening closely to Elsia’s voice from all corners of the city.

Elsia’s plan was rather brutal.

After the fall of Avan in just a single day and Arcyon, once a symbol of hope, betraying them, the citizens were undoubtedly under extreme stress.

She was exploiting that, using the people of the capital to capture those she hated.

In normal times, the crowd in the square would likely have thrown stones at her. But with the kingdom’s army decimated and no one left to protect them, the citizens didn’t dare act against her.

Instead, they would likely do everything in their power to capture the people Elsia mentioned, hoping for a chance to survive.

“The deadline is noon tomorrow. If you fail to capture them by then, I will make sure you all suffer before you die. If you accidentally kill any of them, you’ll die too.”

With that, Elsia turned and walked back the way she came, leaving the city.

I spoke to her as we exited the capital.

“Are you really going to spare the citizens?”

“Fufu, of course not. They’ll all become food for the demons while still alive.”

“I-I see.”

Elsia’s smile as she said that sent a chill down my spine.

Yet, seeing her act so ruthlessly, it made me think that she truly was fitting to be the Demon King.

At first, my plan was to somehow return Elsia to the heroes, have her defeat me, and then pretend to be defeated so I could live as an ordinary demon.

Then, my next idea was to hand over the title of Demon King to Elsia and live as a regular demon… but lately, I’ve started to wonder.

The only reason I’m allowed to have a harem is because I’m the Demon King. If I gave up that title, what would Elsia do with me as the new Demon King?

It’s not just Elsia—I can’t help but wonder how Mana, Ryukshu, and the others would feel about me then.

I don’t think they’d abandon me, but they might be disappointed.

Recently, I’ve come to realize that being the Demon King comes with a lot of perks, more than I expected.

Maybe staying as the Demon King is easier after all?

That’s what I’ve been thinking lately. 

But as someone who used to be just a regular guy, being a king with all the responsibilities that come with it is overwhelming.

I wish something would happen—some kind of event that would make it impossible for me to give up the Demon King’s throne…

“Lord Diablo? Is something on your mind?”

“…No, just lost in thought for a moment.”

“Hyan ♡ M-Mou, why are you grabbing my breasts all of a sudden!?”

Putting off the complicated stuff for later!! My go-to move, second only to begging for forgiveness.

To prepare for tomorrow’s all-out assault, I had an intense night with Elsia.

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Afterword: Just a little side story

In response to Elsia’s blood-crafted imitation of the demonic sword, the succubi have used all their skills to develop a replica of the Demon King’s demonic sword. It’s currently being sold at the Demon King’s castle shop, and after a surge of demand from some female demons, they are considering a restock.

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